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Poet of the Light abused, acceptance, art, awakening, break-ups, creative writing, depression, Desire, emotions, heartstrings, literature, loneliness, love, memories, missing someone, philosophy, poetry, poets, self-discovery, self-reflection, sensual, short stories, Uncategorized August 22, 2021 1 Minute

Pitter-pattering of raindrops

Melodically a secret language

Written in emotions and lost dreams

Only my blind soul can truly read

I still miss what I haven’t found

And wear the scars of what I lost

I learned every time I fell downward

Some people never really cared at all

Some pains are always worse than others

Which stems most from those we love

That adage: out of sight, out of mind

Just fruits from, a thoughtless heart

My intense lonely oft speaks silently

But loudest discovering … I’m their obsolete

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I'm the aberrational poet your English teacher warned you not to read or follow into the literary abyss. If you steal my poetry...I will find you in between fogyish metaphoric lines. I'll be armed with my quill and papyrus where at will I can wield my power as a writer to erase you from my realm. I will smudge you with inky darkness and do unprintable things like a ghost in imaginary darkness. In full disclosure, I am absurdly mad and take no responsibility for my actions if crossed poetically. But, otherwise, I’m a simple free spirited poetic writer wordsmithing outside the grammatical lines and rules. An easy going romantic rebel at heart. I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish. View all posts by Poet of the Light

Published August 22, 2021